“Well, I’ll go back now to what happened when Faddo was speakin’ at my uncle’s bar. Lancy Doane was standin’ behind the settle, leanin’ his arms on it, and smokin’ his pipe quiet. He waited patient till Faddo had done, then he comes round the settle, puts his pipe up in the rack between the rafters, and steps in front of Faddo. If ever the devil was in a man’s face, it looked out of Lancy Doane’s that minute. Faddo had touched him on the raw when he fetched out that about Tom Doane. All of a sudden Lancy swings, and looks at the clock. “‘It’s half-past ten, Jim Faddo,’ said he, ‘and aw’ve got an hour an’ a half to deal wi’ you as a Lincolnshire lad. At twelve o’clock aw’m the Gover’ment’s, but till then aw’m Lancy Doane, free to strike or free to let alone; to swallow dirt or throw it; to take a lie or give it. And now list to me; aw’m not goin’ to eat dirt, and aw’m goin’ to give you the lie, and aw’m goin’ to break your neck, if I swing for it to-morrow, Jim Faddo. And here’s another thing aw’ll tell you. When the clock strikes twelve, on the best horse in the country aw’ll ride to Theddlethorpe, straight for the well that’s dug you know where, to find your smuggled stuff, and to run the irons round your wrists. Aw’m dealin’ fair wi’ you that never dealt fair by no man. You never had an open hand nor soft heart; and because you’ve made money, not out o’ smugglin’ alone, but out o’ poor devils of smugglers that didn’t know rightly to be rogues, you think to fling your dirt where you choose. But aw’ll have ye to-night as a man, and aw’ll have ye to-night as a King’s officer, or aw’ll go damned to hell.’ “Then he steps back a bit very shiny in the face, and his eyes like torchlights, but cool and steady. ‘Come on now,’ he says, ‘Jim Faddo, away from the Book-in-Hand, and down to the beach under the sand-hills, and we’ll see man for man--though, come to think of it, y ‘are no man,’ he said--‘if ye’ll have the right to say when aw’m a King’s officer that you could fling foul words in the face of Lancy Doane. And a word more,’ he says; ‘aw wouldn’t trust ye if an Angel o’ Heaven swore for ye. Take the knife from the belt behind your back there, and throw it on the table, for you wouldn’t bide by no fair rules o’ fightin’. Throw the knife on the table,’ he says, comin’ a step forward. “Faddo got on to his feet. He was bigger built than Lancy, and a bit taller, and we all knew he was devilish strong in his arms. There was a look in his face I couldn’t understand. One minute I thought it was fear, and another I thought it was daze; and maybe it was both. But all on a sudden something horrible cunnin’ come into it, and ugly too. “‘Go to the well, then, since ye’ve found out all about it,’ he says, ‘but aw’ve an hour and a half start o’ ye, Lancy Doane.’ “‘Ye’ve less than that,’ says Lancy back to him, ‘if ye go with me to the sands first.’